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- last night really was a mess. After lunch with my boyfriend, I waited to hear back from him about helping carry guitar stuff for the coffee house that was happening later, but he never texted back or answered my call. Finally after an hour he texted me back saying plans were changed, and that when it comes to music things get confusing. I was upset because I thought he just forgot about me. I didn’t really say anything because at that point I was too upset and depressed about the whole thing cause I felt forgotten about. So I slept. I slept all day. I couldn’t get out of bed and I felt completely numb. I woke up around 8 and just laid in bed emotionless. I couldn’t think or feel. I was just sitting there drawn away from existence. Coffee house started at 9 but I couldn’t get myself to go. My boyfriend called me like 7 times and I couldn’t answer him. I silently cried in the dark being forced to ignore him and it made me so sick. It was fucking sick. I just sat there crying not being able to move as he called me wondering where I was and why I didn’t show up. I went over to my box where I keep everything hidden and I cut myself. I was shaking and breathing so fast. I tried banging my head and I was silently going insane inside just crying and screaming internally. I hated myself so much. I saw a Snapchat of him playing guitar and I just felt my heart drop because I missed it. I wasn’t there for him and I deserve every ounce of pain for that. I was contemplating so much. I walked to my mirror and looked at how disgusting I was. I went to go lay back down and then my boyfriend came into my room and held me. He held me and kissed me and laid with me. He was so patient to listen to me. I couldn’t find the words to say. I was just stuck and kept saying I don’t know because I didn’t fucking know what was wrong with me and why I couldn’t get out of fucking bed to see my boyfriend play at coffee house. I cried and felt so dead. I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve anything. I hate myself for being too selfish and missing his show. I hate myself for it. I hate how my depression is taking away everything from me. I hate how I am.
- last night really was a mess. After lunch with my boyfriend, I waited to hear back from him about helping carry guitar stuff for the coffee house that was happening later, but he never texted back or answered my call. Finally after an hour he texted me back saying plans were changed, and that when it comes to music things get confusing. I was upset because I thought he just forgot about me. I didn’t really say anything because at that point I was too upset and depressed about the whole thing cause I felt forgotten about. So I slept. I slept all day. I couldn’t get out of bed and I felt completely numb. I woke up around 8 and just laid in bed emotionless. I couldn’t think or feel. I was just sitting there drawn away from existence. Coffee house started at 9 but I couldn’t get myself to go. My boyfriend called me like 7 times and I couldn’t answer him. I silently cried in the dark being forced to ignore him and it made me so sick. It was fucking sick. I just sat there crying not being able to move as he called me wondering where I was and why I didn’t show up. I went over to my box where I keep everything hidden and I cut myself. I was shaking and breathing so fast. I tried banging my head and I was silently going insane inside just crying and screaming internally. I hated myself so much. I saw a Snapchat of him playing guitar and I just felt my heart drop because I missed it. I wasn’t there for him and I deserve every ounce of pain for that. I was contemplating so much. I walked to my mirror and looked at how disgusting I was. I went to go lay back down and then my boyfriend came into my room and held me. He held me and kissed me and laid with me. He was so patient to listen to me. I couldn’t find the words to say. I was just stuck and kept saying I don’t know because I didn’t fucking know what was wrong with me and why I couldn’t get out of fucking bed to see my boyfriend play at coffee house. I cried and felt so dead. I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve anything. I hate myself for being too selfish and missing his show. I hate myself for it. I hate how my depression is taking away everything from me. I hate how I am.
- last night really was a mess. After lunch with my boyfriend, I waited to hear back from him about helping carry guitar stuff for the coffee house that was happening later, but he never texted back or answered my call. Finally after an hour he texted me back saying plans were changed, and that when it comes to music things get confusing. I was upset because I thought he just forgot about me. I didn’t really say anything because at that point I was too upset and depressed about the whole thing cause I felt forgotten about. So I slept. I slept all day. I couldn’t get out of bed and I felt completely numb. I woke up around 8 and just laid in bed emotionless. I couldn’t think or feel. I was just sitting there drawn away from existence. Coffee house started at 9 but I couldn’t get myself to go. My boyfriend called me like 7 times and I couldn’t answer him. I silently cried in the dark being forced to ignore him and it made me so sick. It was fucking sick. I just sat there crying not being able to move as he called me wondering where I was and why I didn’t show up. I went over to my box where I keep everything hidden and I cut myself. I was shaking and breathing so fast. I tried banging my head and I was silently going insane inside just crying and screaming internally. I hated myself so much. I saw a Snapchat of him playing guitar and I just felt my heart drop because I missed it. I wasn’t there for him and I deserve every ounce of pain for that. I was contemplating so much. I walked to my mirror and looked at how disgusting I was. I went to go lay back down and then my boyfriend came into my room and held me. He held me and kissed me and laid with me. He was so patient to listen to me. I couldn’t find the words to say. I was just stuck and kept saying I don’t know because I didn’t fucking know what was wrong with me and why I couldn’t get out of fucking bed to see my boyfriend play at coffee house. I cried and felt so dead. I don’t deserve him. I don’t deserve anything. I hate myself for being too selfish and missing his show. I hate myself for it. I hate how my depression is taking away everything from me. I hate how I am.
- I was actually dumb enough to think you were the one. Or that there is a one for me. I nvr thought someone would break me to the point of being able to pick myself up. With the way you broke me...this time, I don't even want to put my self back together, it's too much work, I'll never be the same, & im honestly so scared that if I do I'll get broken all over again, even worse. So I won't pick myself back. I'll ignore those small glimmers of who I used to be trying to come back, so she'll leave for good. Bc I don't want her back. She was too fragile.
- I was actually dumb enough to think you were the one. Or that there is a one for me. I nvr thought someone would break me to the point of being able to pick myself up. With the way you broke me...this time, I don& #39;t even want to put my self back together, it& #39;s too much work, I& #39;ll never be the same, & im honestly so scared that if I do I& #39;ll get broken all over again, even worse. So I won& #39;t pick myself back. I& #39;ll ignore those small glimmers of who I used to be trying to come back, so she& #39;ll leave for good. Bc I don& #39;t want her back. She was too fragile.
- I was actually dumb enough to think you were the one. Or that there is a one for me. I nvr thought someone would break me to the point of being able to pick myself up. With the way you broke me...this time, I don't even want to put my self back together, it's too much work, I'll never be the same, & im honestly so scared that if I do I'll get broken all over again, even worse. So I won't pick myself back. I'll ignore those small glimmers of who I used to be trying to come back, so she'll leave for good. Bc I don't want her back. She was too fragile.

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